Love365, day 11

My bad boy, Otto. My first passion was rescuing animals. Still a paxxion and will be my lifelong passion. My earliest memory of rescue was a dog I came across on the way home from Number 2 School. I was 7 and a hurricane was on the way. He was skinny and shivering. I spoke sweetly and he followed. He stayed at the house for 3 days. When the storm was over, he left. I knew caring for animals would be with me forever.

I’ve lost track of how many cats and dogs I’ve cared for. I remember treating our neighbor’s dog when she got hit. I remember the cockatiels and the parrots and the fish and the litters of kittens. I remember looking into their eyes and seeing trust, acceptance, and love.